Milly, an erstwhile journalist, currently works as a disgruntled Administrative Assistant, biding her time until someone comes along and makes the mistake of actually paying her to write. She enjoys goat cheese, the work of James Joyce, and a good bottle of Malbec; she does not enjoy misogyny, overcooked vegetables, or reality television. She spends her free time drinking and smoking her life away, but she has made peace with this fact. A word of warning: she has read far too much feminist film theory for her own good. If she starts ranting about the male gaze or the semiotics of experience, just back away slowly.